Lord Talon
‘Becky, it’s healed,’ I say as I enter the room.
She is brewing something in a small cauldron, and it smells horrendous.
‘What’s healed?’ she asks, walking around the table and toward me.
I unbutton my shirt and watch her jaw drop. ‘What did you do?’ she asks.
‘I didn’t do anything.’ I tell her.
‘Something must have happened? Tell me everything you did from last night up till now.’